[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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Mr Ollivander tried and tried to convince Roderick to take him up on the offer to help him and Elizabeth get out of the situation they had been stuck in for so long. However, even by the end of it, Roderick refused the offer for himself. He told Mr Ollivander that he would gladly accept the help for Elizabeth and their unborn child to seek safety, but there was no hope for him. After thinking about it throughout the course of the evening, Roderick realised that it wasn't because he didn't want the help, but it was because he didn't deserve it, at least, in his mind he didn't. Sure, he had realised his mistakes and found himself trapped, but that didn't excuse all of his crimes.
He hadn't killed anyone nor had he ever actually been involved in any of the attacks set by the Death Eaters on Order members, but he had relayed information of the Order and the Ministry over the course of his years active as the Crow. He had placed lives in jeopardy and made the work much more difficult for those involved, that was something he did not expect forgiveness for. He couldn't forgive himself for the damage he had caused, how could he expect others to hold leniency just because he was sorry?
But Elizabeth was innocent, that much he knew for a fact, she had been against the entire thing from the very beginning. Yet, she remained loyal to him in hopes of keeping him safe and getting Roderick out of danger. But he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't put her through any more pain and suffering and as Mr Ollivander made note the night before, the stress wasn't good on her or the child's well-being. It was getting to the point where she had hit desperation, enough that she was willing to put herself in danger to protect him and Roderick had been too foolish not to see it before.
She had been the one to attack him on two separate encounters and he finally understood why. He had never been physically hurt during the encounters, at least, not horrible because he was sure that Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to hurt him, even if she didn't like what he was doing at the time. But as Roderick recalled the last time, it had ended far too close to his own comfort with what could have happened. He couldn't bear the thought of what would have happened if Elizabeth hadn't acted fast enough if she hadn't been able to break Bellatrix's nose to give her the chance to escape.
He couldn't have her taking such risks, not for his sake anymore, as he waited in the kitchen that morning for her to come out so they could finally talk to one another. He had forced himself to leave the bedroom, especially after he couldn't bear the stressful expression on her face as she slept. She looked so troubled, even when she was supposed to be resting and Roderick knew it was all his fault. It didn't matter what anyone said or how much help he was offered, he had placed all the blame on his own shoulders.
Settled at the table, Roderick had been lost in his thoughts until he heard the sound of shuffling feet against the wooden floors. He quickly turned his head and watched as Elizabeth made her way out of the bedroom and approached him until they made eye contact. As soon as their eyes met, she came to a halt and Roderick wondered if she believed that he was upset with her from how things had ended the night before. To reassure her that everything was fine between them in those respects, he forced a small smile onto his face and motioned her with his hand to come over to where he was.
